morning. My diabolical plan seeps from my pores. “You are way too cheerful, even for a Friday,” Lucas tells me when we’re going over the chart for our first patient. “Did your friend from the dating event finally call?” The need to participate in the real world snaps me out of my villainous scheming. “Lucas, you do realize that the only thing sadder than being at a small-town dating event is lurking around outside of one, right?” My rebuttal gets him off my back for a little while, but he’s still suspicious. “You’re smirking again,” he says just before lunch. “Am I?” “Yes. Like the Cheshire
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